Some Saturdays turn vividly into true sabbaths for me, days of rest called to the forefront because I simply don’t have the energy to do anything else. After a week of waking up wickedly early for me (7:30, but hey, I was helped by the time change), doing a whole lot of yoga and working rather efficiently without a glitch, I’m all puckered out.
I thought of going to a movie, but too much effort! I have a vague sensation that I should clean the house, but that’s also out of my reach. I sit in my bedroom, having accomplished only the making the bed so far, and wait until I can summon up the energy to put away several baskets of folded laundry. At the same time, I know that just listening to the stillness and slowness called for is actually what I should be doing. So I’ll aim my sights toward the laundry but first, a nap where the sun sleeps on the bed right next to the cat.